Pour a cup for the bitches that ain't scared to get down
Get down, get down
How many times I got 'em?
Light another for the bitch who's only in town for the weekend
How many times I gotta tell that bitch to come over?
I'll fuck you right, have you walkin' from side to side
You know how a nigga feel 'bout wastin' time
You know how I feel about waitin' in line
You know he ain't it, girl you're wastin' your time
You'll only ditch him for a moment in time, take it in stride
How many times I gotta tell that bitch to come over?
How many times I gotta tell that bitch to come over?
How many times I gotta tell that bitch to come over?
I'll fuck you right, have you walkin' from side to side
How many times?
[Lil Wayne]
How many times I gotta tell your ass to come over?
How many times I gotta tell you I gotta chauffeur?
Think about it, think it over, everything is gon' be kosher
Call me when you gettin' closer
If you take a taxi, how much I owe ya?
Don't send me no naked pictures
If I can't get naked with ya
This dick is our recognition
I don't mind payin' that commission
Is you with the shit or nah?
If we ain't fucking then bitch, bon voyage
How many times? I said how many times?
Too many times and bitch I ain't got time
[Chris Brown]
How many times I gotta tell that bitch to come over?
I'll fuck you right, have you walkin' from side to side
You know how a nigga feel 'bout wastin' time
You know how I feel about waitin' in line
You know he ain't it, girl you're wastin' your time
You'll only ditch him for a moment in time, take it in stride
How many times I gotta tell that bitch to come over?
How many times I gotta tell that bitch to come over?
How many times I gotta tell that bitch to come over?
I'll fuck you right, have you walkin' from side to side
How many times?
[Big Sean]
Okay phone off the hook, yeah that bitch won't stop blinkin'
I'll pick up for you though on the second ring
You've been drinkin' and drinkin', you're drinkin' for fun
And you drink for a reason
Yeah leave your boyfriend and call me when you're leavin'
Callin' Sean's refereein', no drama
Bitch so wet I'ma need dramamine and mattress Aquafinin'
Boy I light the block up, young Billie Jeanin'
I'm dodgin' the leeches, I'm signin' agreements
I'm signin' new artists, I sell out arenas
Swimmin' with the dolphins on the Dan Marino
Wine mixin', this shit like the Catalina
B-I-G, minus Puff and Lil Cease
I'm on my grind, 3 AM text like I need yah
Dream about the pussy, forget I'm a dreamer
Hold me down but don't hold me back like I need you to, damn
I wrote myself a million dollar check in fifth grade
I put it on the wall and promised it'd be this way
She fuck me like she want the rent paid
Like she want that Oscar De La Renta
I slow it down like it's her favorite ballad
Then go back up at it like I hadn't had it
Straight up
How many times I gotta tell that bitch to come over?
I'll fuck you right, have you walkin' from side to side
How many times?
[Chris Brown]
How many times I gotta tell that bitch to come over?
I'll fuck you right, have you walkin' from side to side
You know how a nigga feel 'bout wastin' time
You know how I feel about waitin' in line
You know he ain't it, girl you're wastin' your time
You'll only ditch him for a moment in time, take it in stride
How many times I gotta tell that bitch to come over?
How many times I gotta tell that bitch to come over?
How many times I gotta tell that bitch to come over?
I'll fuck you right, have you walkin' from side to side
How many times?
[Chris Brown]
I see these bitches [?] club
Got me throwin' bottles up
Bottles with all of my homies
I'm feelin' generous, throwin' my money
She said she wanted the [?]
I gave her the dick but I'm not in love
I call out, "Bingo!" the minute I [?]
Soon as I'm done, kick her out in the mornin'
Got with her, turn up, it's a party, bust it open
Pop that pussy in a circle, go retarded, pop it for me
She got that booty galore, grippin' it, backin' me up
You wanna fuck with a thug
Now I see all these [?] got [?] and they throwin'
Damn, it's just a matter of time 'fore I'm gone
Drinkin' Ciroc and I know that she got it for free
I hit up Diddy, he told me he did it
He said that the liquor just bring out the freaks
Them bitches lit, drop [?] do a split
Talkin' 'bout me, I'm the shit
I just get down for the money, the bitches, and cars
And my niggas, they whippin' the brick
How many times I gotta tell that bitch to come over?
I'll fuck you right, have you walkin' from side to side
You know how a nigga feel 'bout wastin' time
You know how I feel about waitin' in line
You know he ain't it, girl you're wastin' your time
You'll only ditch him for a moment in time, take it in stride
How many times I gotta tell that bitch to come over?
How many times I gotta tell that bitch to come over?
How many times I gotta tell that bitch to come over?
I'll fuck you right, have you walkin' from side to side
How many times?
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